at hemingville creek

from case's comp


used to pebble drop
spit
count mississippis'
throw perfectly folded aerodynamic pieces of parchment
with a list of demands
and our chosen names on
right over the guardrail
at the horizon
to remind Ra

we are worthy adversaries

prison riot
in purgatory ensued
each side of the CSX line
playing chicken from the top rail
with gravity

always said
cross that one when we have to
tip toe around different hats
had,has
but it's been a minute
thought we could connect
with letters again

you recall?

cocky and concieted as we were
converse all stars
kickin up dust
like we had winged boots
write it all down till you can drive away from here
the initials tagged on that ol green oxidized iron
still stick out
like lil white crosses on the side of the highway

have you heard?

dude we went to high school with
is gettin paroled
after killin the guy who killed his daughter

weed and beer are still amazing

i gotta guitar in the truck

that sounds so fuckin good


maybe some of them kites we sent finally made it to the sun